As the sky gradually brightened, the morning breeze swept across the mountains and fields outside Linzhou City. The chilling wind was aloof and distant, exuding a sense of forbidding approach. It was as if this spring was not showing kindness to the human world.

Trails of signal fires and clusters of fleeing soldiers spread across this mountainous and hilly terrain. In fallow fields and by the roadside, congealed blood marked where lives had been lost, and corpses lay strewn haphazardly. A hot air balloon lay collapsed in a corner of a field, the flames having reduced the carriage to a cold frame.

Figures of Han soldiers appeared, two men crawling forward, searching the corpses for valuables and edible rations. Reaching the edge of the woods, one of them was startled by something. He crouched down, listening with a pounding heart to the sounds carried by the wind from afar.

"...Zhu Biao is dead! Zhu Biao is dead..." People were shouting these words gathered in the woods. After a while, someone else shouted, "Ning Yi is dead! Ning Yi is dead..."

A greater commotion and more voices soon echoed from the distance. Two groups engaged in close combat within the trees. The sounds of fighting drew closer and closer to the edge of the woods. Two Han soldiers, having looted the dead, turned pale. They exchanged glances, and then one of them took off running!

The other immediately turned and fled as well. Figures ran out of the woods, soldiers discarding their helmets and armor, ten, twenty... clutching only their weapons, fleeing for their lives. Figures chased them from the woods, a dozen figures stopping at the edge of the woodland. On the open ground, fifty or sixty people were still running madly in different directions.

The figures at the edge of the woods leaned against the trees, panting wearily. After a while, they got up and headed north. One of them carried a black flag.

Nearly half of Linzhou City had been burned to black. On the west, north, and east sides of Linzhou City, there were traces of large-scale retreats. When the large army coming to the rescue from the west appeared in the distance, the thousands of Jurchen soldiers who had gathered and were pillaging in Linzhou City, having been separated from their main force, slowly reacted and attempted to rally and block them.

Under the command of Wang Juyun, the Ming Prince Army entered the city at high speed, and fierce fighting spread through the city's alleys. The Jurchen general Alibai, still in the city, tried hard to organize resistance. As the Ming Prince Army arrived in full force, he gathered more than two thousand Jurchen troops and several thousand Han soldiers who had been pillaging inside and outside the city on the northeast side of the city, and began a fierce confrontation.

Wang Juyun, riding his horse, led most of the troops north along the city walls. He looked at the surrounding walls, the battlefield, and the scenes of fighting in the distance and near. His brow was furrowed. Finally, the old man, who was usually stern without being angry, spoke: "The seventh... the ninth... how did it turn into such a mess..."

Shuliesu's siege had begun at noon on the seventh day of the month, and it was only the morning of the ninth day now. Yet, looking at the battlefield, there were traces of the most tragic clashes everywhere.

He then learned the details of what had happened from the wounded soldiers they rescued. At dawn, the Huaxia Army launched a counterattack against the Jurchens who were fiercely besieging the city. Nearly twenty thousand soldiers made a desperate charge towards Shuliesu in the center of the battlefield. Shuliesu's forces also put up a tenacious resistance. After more than an hour of fighting, the main force of the Huaxia Army led by Zhu Biao and others, along with the Jurchen army led by Shuliesu, fought and moved towards the northeast of the battlefield. Along the way, armies intertwined and slaughtered each other. Now, the entire battle situation had spread to an unknown location.

Of course, it was also possible that, in a place unseen from Linzhou City, the entire battle had already ended.

Huaxia Army soldiers, wounded and exhausted from fighting on the battlefield, were still trying hard to get up and join the battle. Wang Juyun coldly watched for a moment, then ordered the wounded to be carried away. The Ming Prince Army then chased towards the northeast. Huaxia, Jurchen, and defeated Han soldiers were still locked in a bloody struggle on the long march...

...

Ten miles north of Linzhou, at Yegu Ridge, large-scale fighting continued under the cold sky. Most of the accumulated snow on this barren ridge had melted, leaving large patches of mud on the slopes. Up to four thousand soldiers charged and fought on the slopes. Soldiers holding shields collided with their enemies and tumbled to the ground together, picking up their weapons and swinging them forcefully.

Someone was roaring hoarsely, "Shuliesu is dead! Shuliesu is dead..." in the Jurchen language, but it didn't seem to be very effective. A Jurchen soldier wearing leather armor and a felt hat hooked his bowstring, his eyes filled with red fury, and shouted loudly. His fingers were already bloodied from constant fighting.

Despite this, his fingers still pulled the bowstring taut. As he released it, blood and flesh splattered in the air. A figure crawled forward in front of him, thrusting a steel knife into his stomach. The arrow flew across the sky, towards the tattered black flag at the top of the slope.

Near the black flag was also the most fiercely fought area. People fought and collided in the mud. Zhu Biao grabbed a random broadsword and wildly swung and slashed. Every swing brought down an enemy, and his body was already covered in blood. An arrow whizzed by and stuck into his armor. Zhu Biao kicked away the Jurchen man in front of him and pulled out the blood-soaked arrow. A Jurchen soldier suddenly jumped at him from the left side, grabbing his arm. The glint of a knife in the other hand descended towards his head.

Zhu Biao lunged forward, knocking the other man down into the mud. Both sides exchanged a few punches. He suddenly roared and leaped up, thrusting the arrow in his hand into the other man's neck. He pulled it out violently, and blood spurted out in front of him, gushing out for a long time.

A comrade had already come over from the side. Zhu Biao reached out and picked up a large shield, roaring, "Follow me and kill—"

The battlefield was spreading. In the woods three miles away, Guan Sheng led more than a thousand men forward. Jurchens were attacking from different directions. Guan Sheng pulled on the clothes of a scout: "Where is Shuliesu? Which way?"

The scout couldn't answer. He was covered in blood, with two arrows in his back, and his legs were trembling, but he was still standing with difficulty. Guan Sheng released him: "Never mind, get treatment first... The rest of you follow me and charge—"

The wounded and exhausted soldiers didn't have much of an answer. Some raised their shields, some picked up hand crossbows, and cocked them.

"Today, either they die... or we live! Haha." Guan Sheng felt he had made a joke, waved his hand, and advanced with his blade.

Soon, they burst out of the woods.

...

Kicking aside the corpses on top of him, Xu Ning crawled out of the pile of dead bodies, struggling to wipe away the blood from his eyes.

A sharp pain came from his left leg. He supported himself with the butt of his short spear and stood up, knowing that the bone in his lower leg was broken.

His vision was still blurred, and corpses spread across his view. However, not far ahead, a figure was coming towards him. He saw Xu Ning, paused slightly, but continued to walk forward.

It was a Jurchen veteran covered in blood. He saw Xu Ning, then bent down and picked up a steel saber from the ground, and then walked towards a horse not far away.

The Jurchen soldier slowly climbed onto the warhorse.

Xu Ning stumbled forward a step. He bent down and used his short spear to pull a hooked sickle spear from the ground nearby, grasping the end of the shaft.

The Jurchen soldier lay prostrate on the warhorse, panting for a moment. Then, the warhorse began to run, the gleam of the long saber rising and falling with the running, slowly rising in the air.

Xu Ning's gaze was cold. He took a breath, and the tip of the hooked sickle spear pointed at the ground in front of him. His body remained still. The warhorse charged.

The Jurchen soldier slashed with his saber, and the warhorse leaped. The tip of the hooked sickle spear suddenly jumped up from the ground as if it had a life of its own. Xu Ning fell to the side, and the hooked sickle spear swept across the warhorse's thigh, hooking directly onto the horse's belly. There was a long neigh, and the warhorse and the Jurchen soldier crashed to the ground. Xu Ning's body was also thrown out in a spinning motion.

The warhorse's body, weighing several hundred pounds, rolled several times on the ground, and blood stained the entire area red. Half of the Jurchen soldier's body was pinned under the warhorse. Xu Ning dragged the hooked sickle spear and slowly got up from the ground.

He walked forward with difficulty, step by step. The Jurchen soldier opened his eyes and saw the face that was almost soaked in blood. The tip of the hooked sickle spear rested on his neck. The Jurchen soldier struggled a few times, reaching for his steel saber, but ultimately couldn't reach it. So he reached out and grabbed the tip of the hooked sickle spear.

Xu Ning pressed the tip of the spear down with force, his entire body leaning on the shaft.

Soon, he fixed his broken leg with a wooden stick, climbed onto a warhorse, and slowly chased after them into the mountains and fields ahead.

...

In the dense forest, the sound of footsteps came from different directions.

In the dilapidated temple, a dozen wounded soldiers noticed the sound of approaching people and each picked up their weapons. The wounded veteran pushed the young soldier, telling him to leave. The young Huaxia Army soldier shook his head.

The battlefield was a place where people were tempered by life and death, where close combat concentrated all the spirit and strength into a single blow. Ordinary people would be exhausted after swinging a few times in such a situation. But old soldiers who had experienced countless life-and-death battles could continue to squeeze out strength from their bodies in order to survive.

The young soldier hadn't been tested much. He wasn't afraid of death in spirit, but he was already exhausted and was instead hindering his companions. He felt ashamed, and therefore didn't want to leave at this time.

Jurchen soldiers were coming from different directions. The young soldier raised his hand crossbow and, along with the surrounding wounded soldiers, shot the first volley of arrows. Several Jurchen elites outside fell, and then began to dodge. More and more people quickly came over, and fire arrows flew into the dilapidated temple.

Flames burned up. The old soldiers tried to stand up, but fell in the rain of arrows and flames. The young soldier picked up his knife and rushed out of the temple.

He was hit by two arrows, but still shouted and moved forward. A long spear pierced his abdomen, and then the figure of a Jurchen general appeared before him.

Shuliesu stepped forward and cut open the soldier's neck with a slash. His gaze was also serious and fierce. After a moment, when a scout came over, Shuliesu threw away the map in his hand: "Find Suotuo! Where did he go! Tell him to come and join me—"

At this moment, Suotuo was leading the largest Jurchen force, several miles away, fighting Qin Ming, Huyan Zhuo, Shi Guang'en and other troops.

In the fierce fighting this morning, most of the Jin army under Shi Guang'en had gradually left the ranks. However, he, with his own direct subordinates, had been following Huyan Zhuo and others, constantly fighting. Even though he was wounded in several places, he still hadn't left the battlefield.

"Hahaha, this is great..." After killing a small group of isolated Jurchens nearby, Shi Guang'en stopped amidst the fighting, looking around. "What do you say, where is Shuliesu! Has he really been killed by us... Damn it, I've been a soldier for so many years, and I've never felt so good. Brothers, let's die here today together—"

He led his companions towards the front.

The battle had been going on for several hours, and it seemed to be becoming endless. In this one-hour period, during which both sides had become chaotic, rumors about "Zhu Biao is dead" and "Shuliesu is dead" continued to spread. At first, it was just shouting slogans, but later, even the people shouting the slogans didn't know if the events had really happened.

At Si time (9-11 am), it was already nine o'clock in the morning. It was Li Jia Kai who led the soldiers and truly encountered Shuliesu in battle. This was a general in the Huaxia Army who had participated in the Xiaocang River battle and accumulated military merit. During the last period of the Xiaocang River battle, he led his troops to constantly harass the Jurchens in the northwest, responsible for part of the rearguard work, and later led the remaining soldiers to transfer to Zhu Biao's command in Liangshan.

During the battle, Li Jia Kai's tactical style was extremely solid, capable of both inflicting damage on the enemy and protecting himself. When he led a thousand Huaxia troops out of the city in a surprise attack, he suffered heavy casualties. Adding in some of the soldiers he had gathered along the way, when facing Shuliesu, who still had more than three thousand soldiers, he only had six hundred men left.

Both sides engaged in a fierce battle. Li Jia Kai then led his soldiers to constantly harass and turn, trying to get rid of the encirclement. After passing through a forest, he used the terrain to separate four hundred of his men, letting them join up with Guan Sheng's main force, which was likely to arrive nearby, and attack Shuliesu.

Li Jia Kai led a hundred men, using the nearby mountains and forests to put up a tenacious resistance.

...

A falcon soared in the sky.

Lu Junyi looked up, observing its trajectory, and then led the eight men around him through the dense forest.

There were also more and more figures of Jurchen soldiers in the forest. A battle was continuing ahead. The nine men were as nimble as shuttles, like the most experienced hunters in the deep mountains and forests, passing through the bushes ahead.

Among the crowds passing through the forest, a figure caught his eye.

Lu Junyi was slightly stunned, and then began to calculate his chips. In the long battle, his physical strength had also been exhausted by 80%. On this way, he and his companions had killed several Jurchen generals, but he had also been seriously injured in the pursuit of Jurchen soldiers. The bandaged area on his back was still bleeding, and the tendons and bones of his left hand were injured, nearly half-disabled.

Shuliesu hadn't suffered too serious injuries, but the Jurchen elites who followed him had been reduced by half at this time, and most were tired. However, Shuliesu himself was brave. He waved his long saber, commanding the soldiers around him to move forward, but instead slightly broke away from the team and advanced rashly.

Lu Junyi looked at the companions who had followed him.

There would be no better opportunity.

He tilted his head, pressed his left hand, making the pain numb. On the side, two soldiers made gestures, going around to the distance one in front and one behind. They first rushed out, targeting a lone Jurchen petty officer not far away. When the commotion started, Shuliesu turned his head on his horse. Lu Junyi and others lowered their bodies and ran wildly.

The first wave of hand crossbow arrows flew through the forest, and the warhorse under Shuliesu neighed with an arrow in its buttocks. However, this fierce horse, which had followed Shuliesu for his entire life, didn't go mad because of it. Its eyes just turned blood red, and it exhaled long white breaths.

In the forest, the distance was quickly closing, and the figures collided in a chaotic manner. An arrow was blocked by Shuliesu, and the guards around him rushed up, forming a long wall of sabers and spears. Some of the rushing assassins were knocked to the ground, and some ran wildly into the distance, bypassing the long line. In the chaos, Lu Junyi had arrived close. The long spear in his hands was like a mad dragon emerging from the sea, instantly killing the two people around him and knocking over the third. There were still two people rushing forward. Shuliesu turned his horse's head to leave, and Lu Junyi's spear stuck into the ground, and his entire body flew into the air.

On the warhorse, Shuliesu thrust forward with his long saber. Lu Junyi spun in mid-air, swinging down a steel-made gauntlet. Amid the flashes of light, Lu Junyi avoided the blade and crashed towards Shuliesu. The warhorse suddenly neighed and backed away, and the two men and the horse rolled down the hillside between the trees.

Bodies flew and were thrown up again. Lu Junyi held onto Shuliesu tightly. Shuliesu swung his steel saber trying to slash, but he was pressed to the side and couldn't pull it out for a while. As soon as the impact stopped, Shuliesu flipped backward to stand up, swinging his long saber. Lu Junyi had already pounced forward, slashing with a boning knife pulled from his back.

The glint of sabers rang out continuously. Shuliesu retreated violently, and Lu Junyi rushed forward violently. Two Jurchen soldiers rushed up from behind. With a bang, a bag of white lime powder exploded in the air, smashing one of the soldiers full in the head and face. Lu Junyi’s right hand swung the saber, and the blood-stained flesh and minced meat flew out along with the white powder. Shuliesu had already been slashed with several wounds on his body. The rushing Jurchen soldier tried to block him, but his wrist and abdomen were slashed open by two saber strikes. Just then, Shuliesu leaned his back against a tree trunk, and he slashed his saber towards Lu Junyi's chest. Lu Junyi didn't dodge or avoid it, and a blade came down on his head. The soldier next to him hugged Lu Junyi’s leg, and from the side, a horse neighed.

Shuliesu's warhorse crashed into Lu Junyi, and long blood marks appeared on Lu Junyi's chest and Shuliesu’s head and face at almost the same time. Lu Junyi’s feet staggered twice on the ground as he flew back. The saber in his hand stabbed into the warhorse's neck and body. The warhorse knocked Lu Junyi far away and collapsed in a pool of blood.

Jurchen soldiers charged over, and Lu Junyi stood up, slashing the opponent down. His chest had also been stained red with blood. By the tree trunk across the way, Shuliesu reached out to cover his right face, and was falling to the ground. Blood gushed out. The brave Jurchen general, like a heavily wounded and dying beast, was staring at Lu Junyi with his left eye still open.

Lu Junyi was also staring at Shuliesu.

He was once the greatest spear and staff expert in Hebei.

He once thought of serving the country and establishing a career, but he never had the opportunity.

Instead, he had once been ruined and forced to become an outlaw with resentment. Facing Song Jiang, what he felt in his heart, only he himself knew.

Ning Yi said he was brave but lacked strategy. He had no choice but to join the Bamboo Records, and later gradually followed Ning Yi in rebellion, but Ning Yi never let him lead troops.

He was no longer the Lu Junyi of the past. Even if he understood some things, there were still regrets in his heart, but it was different at this time.

"Jade Kirin" Lu Junyi, killed Shuliesu here.

The shouts of killing came like an angry tide, surging in from the front of his vision...

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